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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I'm here, here, here, here, here |
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Have no fear, fear, fear, fear, fear |
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Yeah, It's JayOh |
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[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] |
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Even if I got high I still feel grounded |
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I'm lower than the pavement, but the shit that I be sayin' |
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Got me feelin' Super Saiyan, so I rise up to the peak |
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Not tryin' to touch the sky, I'm tryin to kiss God's feet |
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Little nigga spittin flame, 500 degrees |
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Little nigga spit it sick, 500 disease |
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On some legendary shit again, I should be deceased |
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Like Pac, like Dilla, like new jah beast |
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Maybe then they can recognize I'm better than them other guys |
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I'm the shit, see, I attract hella flies |
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And I get hella fly, should have bought a better style |
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On these new kids of rap, I'm a pedophile raping them |
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Breaking them, making them feel low |
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Ripping them, flipping them, ripping them willow |
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But I don't give a fuck, cause I'm stepped on like pillows |
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But now I'm going in motherfucker, dildo |
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On Pinkett, Jada, Superhead |
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No sleep I get paper, see my eyes is super red |
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I be writing rhymes 'til my motherfucking eyes bleed |
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Never backing down, even if you rip my spleen |
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Flow sharp like I was spitting up a sy-ringe |
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I can see my future clear, no help to Visine |
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I advise them to stay away, ?fore I get violent |
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When I spit it's like a grip to your neck violence |
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Silence, silence, silence, silence |
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I'm rising, I'm rising, I'm rising |
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[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] |
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I never run unless I hear sirens |
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I'm a gorilla nigga, y'all niggas be lying |
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If I'm lying, then you dying |
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If you driving, then I'm flying |
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Futuristic flow, it's still real to dough |
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I do eenie minie mo just to pick a flow |
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I see you see the other real lyricist |
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You niggas get smacked if you ain't feeling this |
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I'm killing it, sixteen, but super intelligent |
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You're feeling it, oh you ball, I'm stealin' it |
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It's my time, I'm in my prime |
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I would never let another person write my rhyme |
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It's all me, no strings, Wi Fi |
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I'm spaced out dawg, I belong in sci-fi |
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When I see my dealer I give him a high five |
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Then I rise, touch the sky |
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Like Kanye, rappers are my entree |
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Hey my momma, big boy like Andre |
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Let me do it one time for my mom-ay hey, hey, hey |
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Since a kid, you always clean the monsters up |
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On Christmas, I always got my monster trucks |
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Now I'm going in on these kids monstrous |
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Well before I do, ay mom gracias |
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Now in I go, back to the flow |
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I'm just trying to find a pad, I'm a tadpole |
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And yeah I'm that pole so what you mad for |
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Got a bunch a bad girls that I feel bad for |
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Lord have mercy on they back bone |
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Blew a nigga off like you're playing saxophone |
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Never gave a ho the number to my phone |
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Don't call me ho, call Tyrone |
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Nigga, I'm on, I'mma drive on |
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Just trying to get chees, that provalone |
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Middle finger to them niggas too mad at it |
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I flow crack, I check mad addicts |
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And I could never go soft it's a bad habit |
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JayOhVee and I'm back at it! |
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[Outro: Joey Bada$$] |
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Yeah, damn |
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So out of breath |
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Feel like my lungs bout to collapse |
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Yo I felt that in my whole diaphram |
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Feel like I just ran 20 miles around the whole globe |
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I don't even see how that's possible but? |
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Around the whole globe, that's like a million miles |
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Whatever, let me shut up |